A/N: Well, here's the final chapter! Hope you guys enjoy. Keep in mind that this is not the last update. There WILL be an epilogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters.

Warning: Yaoi (gay love), crude language, explicit sexual content, incest

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Minato Namikaze & Naruto Uzumaki

Summary: Missions with his pubescent father were always a disaster. Who would have thought it was all because of jealousy and hormonal confusion?

Rumor Has It

V/V

Confused and, for some unknown reason, with a throbbing head, Naruto awoke with a start.

He could tell by the skunk-shaped stain on the ceiling that he was in his tiny, shabby apartment comfortably snuggled within his sheets.

And thankfully, he breathed a sigh of relief at this, alone.

Slowly and carefully he crawled from out of the comfort of his bed and walked to his bathroom, opening the cupboard and taking out his bottle of aspirin.

"Don't get too comfortable, gaki." A deep grumbling spoke and it reverberated in his mind's space. With a gulp of water from the sink he chugged down two pills.

"Why's that?" he responded openly, blindly going to the toilet to relieve himself. There was no reply from the fox. Having other things to worry about Naruto wisely chose not pry for an answer.

Thirty minutes later with nothing but the sound of crickets to accompany him Naruto found himself feeling much better. It was dark outside already, the clock slowly nearing eleven at night and he speculated that he'd been out cold for a good five hours.

He'd recollected his thoughts just before he'd fainted from shock. His stomach had yet to revive itself from the pit it dug itself in and his mind seemed content by just unplugging from reality.

A shrill whistle suddenly rang through his apartment, effectively pulling him from his own vacuity. Naruto shuffled over to his stove and turned it off, mechanically pouring the steaming water into the styrofoam cup of noodles he was having for dinner.

There was a sharp knock on his door that startled him.

"Fuck!" he hissed. He'd jolted and the movement had caused the boiling water to pour down the side and spill onto his bare foot.

Setting the kettle pot down rather abruptly he limped over to the door and tore it open.

Naruto really hadn't known what to expect when he'd opened the door. A portion of him, a side that made his insides jump and his skin tingle, had thought it would be Minato waiting on the other side. Another part, one stuck in the past but still hopeful, had yearned for it to be Iruka or even Kakashi.

Rather, it was someone so unexpected that Naruto simply stared in bewilderment.

"Well, are you going to let me inside?"

The gruff voice finally stirred him into the present.

"O-Oh, yeah." He assented dumbly, shifting to the side to let the other man inside.

"Why are you limping?"

Naruto shook his head as he closed the door. "You know me, Fugaku. I was clumsy and spilt hot water on myself." He tried to shake it off as a casual event but the other frowned and went into his kitchen, rummaging around his counter until finally pulling out an onion.

"What're you gonna do with that?" he inquired, checking to see if his ramen was somewhat done cooking.

There was a slice and a tear and then Fugaku turned around with a chunk of raw onion at his fingertips.

"If you don't suck the heat out it will blister up. Here."

There was almost no time for Naruto to react when he was hoisted up by his waist and set down on his counter. His head banged against the cupboards and he let out a groan of discomfort.

"Itaiiii, Fugakuuu…"

Something cold was placed on his foot and it ran a shiver up his spine at the feel of it.

"Onions do that?" Naruto blinked curiously as he watched Fugaku placed the slice of onion on the spot where the boiling water had landed.

"Yes." Fugaku grunted from his kneeling position on the floor.

Silence fell upon them, the only sound coming from the nocturnal creatures outside and the drip-drip-dripping of the faucet.

"Fugaku," Naruto finally spoke up rather nervously, his fingers twisting the hem of his shirt to show it, "Why are you here?"

The other man finally looked up and his eyes struck him. For once they were not stern and infinitely disapproving. Instead, they glistened from the light above them and his face appeared smoldering and wanting. So much so that Naruto instinctively tried to pull away.

Fugaku's grip on his foot tightened however, the rough calluses of his palms scratching along Naruto's ankle.

"I've grown tired of waiting."

There was no warning, no indication at all of Fugaku's attack. His legs were thrown over the man's shoulders, the gravity of his position betraying him and he watched in horror as his shorts slid down just below his crotch. Fugaku's hands were quick to explore the exposed skin, favoring the inside of his thighs by brushing against his groin.

"N-No, wait, Fuga-ku-"

The wrongness of the situation felt even worse than what he'd experienced with Minato. It was literally a crime against humanity being with his father, but that had been almost drowned by the pleasure he'd felt by being with him.

This…this felt wrong in every sense.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before harshly pushing the man off of him. Fugaku stumbled back a couple of steps.

"But I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He bit out, face red-hot and eyes burning with barely-restrained rage.

"Nothing good will come out of this and you know it. Just leave before you make it even harder for me to forget about this."

Dark eyes flickered to meet his steadfast gaze. They stood there for a moment, one in contemplation and the other in resolute anger.

"My apologies." Fugaku lowered his head. "Perhaps I misread the signals." He slowly walked out and Naruto simply watched until the man clicked the door shut behind him.

"What the hell is with these guys!" he yelled out in frustration.

Inside him, Kurama chuckled, "What can I say kid you're a tight piece of a-"

"Shut it! You're no help at all! All that damn chakra and infinite wisdom and you still can't take us back!" He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Let's go get a drink." His shoulders dropped as he relented, ultimately giving up on the food he'd hurt himself making. "The noodles probably got too soggy anyway," he pretended that his precious but wasted noodles didn't hurt his soul.

Wearing the usual jonin uniform, minus the flak jacket, he stepped out into the night, the air feeling light and refreshing against his heated skin. His sandals clacked along the ground as he made his way through the town. Most of the shops had closed for the night but late partygoers and drinkers were barely emerging, not quite yet stumbling but giving off telltale signs of heavy drinking.

It made him smile, recalling the times he would go out with Kiba and Choji, who would both in turn drag Shino and Shikamaru. Sometimes he'd allow Konohamaru to join but only when he knew things wouldn't end up near disastrous.

He decided not to go to the usual bars near his house in case he encountered someone he knew and, even less pleasant, someone he was trying to avoid. So he made his way further south, looking around at all the food stands he hadn't visited yet and smelling the delicious aromas they wafted. His stomach growled low and angry.

Grinning sheepishly he made his way toward a stand that caught his eye. It looked almost like old man Teuchi's stand with the red papier-mâché decorations and welcoming atmosphere. Except this stand had strings of red beads at its entrance. They sparkled like jewels under the full moon shining high above.

"Ahh welcome! Come in and sit down young man! Have I got the plate for you!" an older woman was running the show, her graying hair was braided and rolled into a tight bun that sat low on the back of her head. Her eyes were a dark brown and they sparkled almost mischievously as they watched him sit down a seat over from a man that sat near the wall.

Seeing as how his uniform had seen better days Naruto surmised that the man had just arrived from a mission.

"Ohhh, really?!" he chirped back at the woman excitedly. She was forthcoming and her presence reminded him of the time Shikamaru and he had lunch at Choji's after playing all day in the sun.

Choji's mom had been a plump woman and the dimples that marred her face were physical proof of how often she smiled. While they had been more reserved for him she had treated him him better than most. Even at such a young age however, he had seen a world of difference in her when she attended to Shikamaru. It was warm and welcoming, like she was caring for another son, whereas he…

"You look starved! How can you keep up the hard work without any sustenance?" she was working fast at kneading the fresh dough in her hand, spooning in the filling as naturally as he handled weapons.

"Naa naa, obaa-san, I should be able to do a hundred missions if whatever I'm smelling tastes just as good!" he smiled at her, toothy and unreserved.

The smile she gave him made him feel warm, "What a lovely young man you are!" she practically cooed and Naruto couldn't help the blush that surfaced, not used to praises of any kind, especially of elderly ladies. They were quite nice…

"When I first saw you I thought you were someone else." She hummed, going through the motions of fixing up his plate. His curiosity got the better of him.

"Oh? Who else have you got your eye on, hm?" he gave her a playful wink and she chuckled so honestly it made him feel proud.

"Ooooh, you. Keep playing around like that and I might just put a spell on you." The sudden cackle came as a surprise but it scratched that mischievous part of him, he preened.

"A young man comes here, just a tad bit taller than you. Almost has the same shade of your hair as yours but not quite as blinding. A jonin as well! They keep getting younger and younger." The last bit was said unsmiling, her lips set in such a tight line that it made the wrinkles around her mouth more pronounced as she shook her head solemnly.

The comment niggled at him, an unsettlement resting at the pit of his stomach. There weren't many blondes in Konoha so the chance that she was talking about Minato was very likely.

He didn't dwell on the matter when a steaming plate of food was settled in front of him. His mouth watered despite the absence of his heavenly noodles. Food was food after all.

"Itadakimasu!" he cried and dug in voraciously.

The old woman watched from her stool, fanning herself with a bright red papier-mâché fan as she took in her handiwork.

He was halfway through his plate when he noticed her lift her head, eyes widening momentarily.

"Oh, it's you!" she cried while looking back and forth between Naruto and the person who had just entered.

He froze mid-bite, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention when the presence sat next to him.

"Heh…told you you had a sweet piece of ass."

"Ohayo." The man greeted pleasantly and ordered his meal before resting his gaze on Naruto's still form.

"I didn't expect to see you here…" he admitted quietly. Naruto turned his head to regard him, swallowing the rest of his food down with an exaggerated gulp. He saw the sincerity in Minato's eyes and didn't have to the heart to be as openly annoyed as he felt so he simply nodded.

"It's fine." He replied stiffly and turned back to his food but he knew the interaction was far from over.

"We should talk."

He scarfed down the last of his food so fast he nearly choked.

"I don't think that's a good idea," he said while fishing in his pocket for some cash. Tears of joy nearly escaped him when he found the coins and slammed them on the table.

"Thanks, obaa-san!" he called and she waved at him.

"Hold on just a minute!" Minato shouted at his back but he ignored the man and walked hurriedly further into the street without a backward glance.

His face felt hot and his palms had begun to sweat, the anxiousness of seeing his father and the memories of what they'd done all coming to him like a tidal wave.

"Naruto, wait." Minato's tone was brazenly close. His tone rung deep with determination and it sent pleasant shivers down Naruto's spine.

"We don't have anything to talk about." He found himself saying, no matter how little he believed his own words. He kept his head low regardless, refusing to meet Minato's searching eyes that would only serve to weaken his resolve.

Minato kept quiet after that, a resolute huff of exasperation escaping him but otherwise nothing else. He continued to follow him however and made Naruto's muscles tense as he walked aimlessly, his sole mission being to get away from the other before anything could happen.

Not that anything would happen but-

He felt his neck growing hot; it trailed up to his face and to the tips of his ears as he unwillingly recalled their…their-

"Arrggh!" Naruto growled in frustration, tugging and ruffling at his hair in a feeble attempt to erase his memories or at the very least, get himself to stop thinking about them.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed and his body whirled with it to face Minato.

"You feel it too, don't you? I know you do." His blue eyes were alight with a fiery tenacity that made Naruto falter, his throat becoming dry as he realized with sudden clarity that it was directed at him and only him.

He looked away.

"See? You can't even look me in the eye."

It was harshly spat at him but he kept his eyes cast downward, afraid of what that fierce, blue steel gaze would make him do if they were already making him feel so invigorated yet so powerless all the same.

People had begun to stare in their direction, watching their dramatics on display for anyone willing to look over and he felt himself getting self-conscious and uncomfortable. He took his arm back with a swift jerk of his wrist and took to the rooftops.

As expected, Minato followed diligently, only two steps behind.

"Go away." He finally spoke once he made it to the front door of his apartment, still refusing to look at the other man.

"Not until you look at me." Minato took a step forward and Naruto willed himself not to back away, to stand his ground because this was just another enemy and this was just another day.

It took him a moment but he acquiesced, wanting nothing more than to get out of this particular situation that was still so incomprehensible to him.

"Go home, Minato." He whispered but it was lost to the wind, their eyes locked and their bodies thrumming with something so deep and so intimate that all else became forgotten.

This time, when Minato approached him with calm steps and outstretched hands, he did nothing to stop him. Their connection was magnetic and he was powerless against it.

Their lips met again in a frenzied desire that made him weep in relief, calloused hands slithering to cup the back of his neck and the other encircling his waist. Both pulled him closer and he melded perfectly against Minato's strapping form.

If he could, Naruto thought, Minato would try and devour him. His lips, which had been soft, soothing, and sensual, quickly became rough, raw, and ravenous, completely at the whim of his insatiable lust.

All he could do was whimper and mewl in desperate want, their tongues twisting and teasing.

Naruto's head hit the door with a loud bang and he instinctively pulled away to hiss in pain. Minato was relentless however, the hand that had been supporting his neck going to turn the knob and open the door all the while attacking Naruto's exposed neck with teeth and tongue.

They stumbled inside, Minato barely managing to uphold them by bringing Naruto closer, practically consuming him. The door was shut with Naruto's foot and they clumsily found their way to the bed.

"Minato…" Naruto moaned, clutching the other man's arm looped around his neck. He was still kissing down the slope of his neck, nipping and tonguing the area beneath his ear and to the junction where neck met shoulder.

"I won't stop this time." Minato pulled back enough for him to say, his gaze boring into Naruto who peered up at him through sultry lashes, his face flushed and breathing labored.

Naruto swallowed in response, unable to look away this time and his silence spoke more than any other words could. Minato nodded, his hand going back to pull the neck of his shirt up and over his head. Naruto watched through hooded eyes, the fire burning in the pit of his stomach and inundating throughout his body intensifying at the sight of Minato's hardened muscles.

The moonlight that streamed in through the open blinds decorated his body with an iridescent glow and Naruto hungrily raked his eyes at the exposed skin. Unbidden, his hand went to the sharp dip of his hip and thigh, feeling the power that thrummed within his muscles as he trailed up over solids abs and traced the dips of his torso.

Icy blue eyes glittered in the shadows as they watched him with an eerie calmness; his breathing paused from scattered nerves. Naruto looked up at him then, resting against a propped elbow while his other hand had stopped just above Minato's chest.

Time stilled and they both let out shuddering breaths.

Hot lips were on him once again, hungry and desperate for more. He reciprocated in kind, his fingers entangling in Minato's hair.

His own shirt was ripped from him in blind need to feel skin against skin. Their bodies met, their heat transfusing and leaving them sweltering with want. Minato's hands were exploring him, massaging his flanks with such a desire that it made a heat pool into his loins, the need for release growing and expanding that it consumed his entire being. All he saw was Minato.

"Take off your pants." The other man spoke gruffly as he separated from him momentarily to shimmy out of his own pants. Naruto scrambled to follow him, kicking his in the air and waiting for the other to rejoin him, which took less than a few seconds but any time apart was torture.

Minato grabbed his hips, pulling him toward his pelvis and Naruto wrapped his legs around his hips to better accommodate him.

"Aaaah…" he heard himself let out breathily, their constrained sexes meeting and rubbing earnestly against each other. Minato bit his lip, holding his own sounds back.

His hands trailed up again, splaying across Naruto's body before reaching his nipples. His thumbs brushed against the hard nubs and he relished the way Naruto flinched at the unexpected pleasure. Needing no further goading he dove in, catching a pert nipple in his mouth and sucking.

Naruto cried out in surprise and arched his back, the stimulation of his erection and nipples making his head spin as he entered a world he'd left unexplored, guided into by none other than his father.

Minato, encouraged by the sweet sounds the teen underneath him was making, sucked harder and scraped the nub with his teeth, twisting the other with his free hand before switching.

Naruto was an incoherent mess, squirming and grinding under Minato's ministrations and letting out breathless moans that stirred the heat in Minato's groin. He felt himself engorged and leaking, his dick straining against the fabric of his briefs.

He let out a breath, releasing Naruto from his mouth and trailing his lips down the rest of his body. His nerves were alight with electricity and if his hands weren't so busy he was certain they'd be trembling just the slightest.

"I'm going." He said, stopping just above the waistband of Naruto's underwear. Naruto lifted his head and stared at him, eyes holding a trepidation Minato felt all too well.

But the burning that coiled in the pit of his stomach, twisting and scorching pathways in his bloodstream overshadowed everything else. His fear of the unfamiliar, the uncontrollable, and the uninhibited were all muffled by the musky scent of Naruto's essence and the beckoning call of his body.

In a matter of seconds he ripped Naruto's briefs away from his body, watching with unhinged arousal as his erection bobbed up and down with the sudden force. Naruto careened but didn't try to hide away from Minato's burning gaze.

He tensed when the man lowered himself again, his light puffs of breath fanning over the head of his dick. Naruto worried his bottom lip between his teeth, daring not to move as he waited with bated breath.

Without warning, Minato slipped him into his mouth.

"Nnngh!" his fingers found leverage in Minato's hair once more, trying and failing to get a hold of himself but the feeling was too intense, too hot, too wet, too, too-

He thrust his hips up in a desperate attempt to feel more of his newfound pleasure but was met with a bruising grip to his hips. He whined in despair, looking up at the ceiling to see if the heavens would have mercy on him.

Minato plunged further down his shaft, tonguing the slit of his cock every time he came back up. An achingly familiar pressure began to build inside of him and he threw his head back to let out a guttural moan, his legs rising up and trembling with the onslaught of Minato's skillful tongue.

"Please, Minato…" he murmured, his body sweating with the sweltering heat of his own body.

"It's coming!" Naruto managed through clenched teeth. Minato's lips were working him in ways he never imagined and he succumbed to whatever Hell he'd destined himself to if it meant feeling this again.

The other man let up finally and Naruto didn't know whether he wanted to cry or maim him but he didn't have time to linger on the thought when Minato slipped out of his underwear, his red and throbbing erection springing free.

A different tingling suffused through him as he watched it sway with Minato's movements, the girth of it wide and the shaft intimidating, the iridescent light causing the head to glimmer from the slathered precum on it.

He wanted it, he wanted all of it. He wanted it so much he quivered with anticipation, his own cock pulsing at the thought of what was to come.

Without thinking he pushed himself forward, grabbing hold of Minato's broad shoulders and pushing him down into the mattress. Naruto clambered on him in an instant, his mouth searching for Minato's in a frantic display of desire.

He rubbed their shafts together, moaning into Minato's mouth and swallowing Minato's own groans of approval at the treatment. He'd been taken aback momentarily but this excited part of Naruto was majestic in and of itself. His body twisted and rutted against him almost animalistic, teeth biting at his lips like he hankered for him, could think of nothing else beside him.

Minato was riveted.

He separated from him for a moment to lick his own fingers and snaked his hand over Naruto's bottom, giving it a good squeeze before getting to his destination.

Naruto tensed when he felt Minato's finger circle his anus, involuntarily pushing his body away from it and further into Minato. They both moaned at the friction of their cocks rubbing earnestly together, the tips leaking profusely and causing their grinding to become slick and even more intense.

"Aaah!" he cried into Minato's neck when the finger entered him fully, twisting and pulling and pushing in again and again until it no longer felt so foreign inside of him.

He jerked his hips to keep his mind off it but then a second one was added and he clenched his teeth to withstand the stinging pain of his hole being spread. Minato brought him down by the neck to kiss him deeply, rolling his hips up. Naruto clung to him, bringing his legs up and spreading them wider, setting a rhythm he enjoyed.

Minato curled his fingers and thrust them in and out, taking in the varying expressions of discomfort and pleasure that crossed along Naruto's countenance.

He sat up, bringing Naruto with him and making the other sit on his lap, his legs bearing most of his weight while he clung to his shoulders.

"I'm going in." He mumbled into Naruto's ear while pulling his fingers out. Naruto twitched, bracing himself as Minato led his hips down and onto his erection.

"Nnnggh!"

The pain was nothing Naruto imagined and the feeling of being filled had him reeling. It hurt like a sonuvabitch but he managed the hurt, his throbbing backside slowly subsiding as he slowly began to relax with the help of Minato's soothing hands rubbing circles along his lower back.

He let out a long sigh, inching himself further down Minato's cock with a wince until he was fully seated. Minato looked like he was in pain, his face contorted, but did nothing to disrupt Naruto's adjustment. Instead he peppered kisses along his jawline and at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay." Naruto breathed, shoulders unwinding.

Minato didn't hesitate.

His arms wound tighter around him, one around his waist and the other clutching his shoulder from behind. He pulled Naruto down into one, hard thrust.

It reached deep inside him and he choked on his own yelp.

However, the dam had already burst.

Minato was driving into him ruthlessly and without abandon. Naruto could do nothing else but steady himself on the man's shoulders, his mind going blank except for the foreign and crippling pleasure his body was succumbing to in waves.

With only blinding incentive to feel more of what he was experiencing, Naruto wrapped his arms around Minato's neck and moved his hips to meet him at every thrust. They were both groaning, Naruto into his neck and Minato into his shoulder, the latter attempting to muffle his own by biting into the supple skin.

It was all fruitless, however.

"Naruto I-" he tried to warn him, the buildup of their shameless lovemaking spreading into his loins. He pulled away from the other for a moment and their eyes met.

Naruto was flushed and sweating, his breaths coming out labored as if no amount of air could satisfy him in that moment. Something inside him snapped.

"Minato!" Naruto yelped as he was pushed down into the bed rather forcefully. The rough treatment did nothing to curb his lust. Minato loomed over him predatorily, crawling up his body so languidly that Naruto felt his mouth go dry.

The backs of his knees were caught in his grip and pushed up, his body being lewdly displayed for Minato's eager eyes. He blushed in embarrassment and squirmed underneath his grip, but it only served to encourage the man further as he ran his tongue over his lips and dove forward.

Hot tongues melded in the sweltering heat of Naruto's mouth. The distraction was enough for Minato to remove one of his hands in order to guide himself back into Naruto's entrance.

A sharp gasp hit his lips but he drank the sound.

He only separated to thrust into him from a better angle, the constricting of Naruto's walls when he sunk in deeper than before sending shivers up his spine. Beneath him, strung out on the building pressure of carnal desire and impending release, Naruto cried out. Tears were spilling from his eyes and down the sides of his face.

Minato wanted to wipe them away but there was something so out of his control about this...this desire to mark and claim. It was so raw and animalistic that he fought with himself to keep from crossing the thin line between his self-control and his yearning for more, more, more-

"Mina-to...I'm-I'm-" Naruto was trying through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed. His eyes were no longer the shade of infinite blue Minato remembered them to be. In their wake were irises of saturnine Tyrian purple, the pupils slit and alert.

He knew what he meant. He felt it too. There was something beside their need for release that was building inside them, ready to burst. Something so carnal that extreme urges were beginning to fester and cement themselves in his head. Images of Naruto bleeding. Naruto on his knees and open wide for him to take. Naruto covered in a mixture of his own release and Minato's, the thick essence dripping from his face…

With a deep growl Minato pulled away and flipped him onto his stomach.

Naruto quivered as Minato's hands trailed up his thighs and pushed them up under his body with a sudden force. The cool sheets were rubbing against his hard and aching nipples, the sensation of it making him moan unabashedly.

"Please…" he whimpered, all reservation having all but vanished as the need for release clawed at his belly.

Minato watched the puckered entrance of Naruto's hole twitch from the exposed air and at the sudden loss of his girth. He grabbed the man's ass in both hands and spread them apart, watching in wonder as his hole clenched and unclenched itself, almost as if crying for him to come back.

And so he did.

He sunk himself into him once again, relishing the feel of the tight walls constricting around him so hotly. Minato bit his lip and willed himself from unleashing his load right then and there as Naruto cried out in passion, his arms flailing and twisting the fabric of the sheets.

"I'm close.," he groaned out, driving himself in and out of his body.

Naruto nodded numbly; drool oozing down his chin as he took Minato's forceful thrusts with a visible keenness. The only thing keeping him from smashing his head against the wall was his desperate hold on the sheets, knuckles white from withstanding the sheer force Minato was using to plunge his cock into him.

He leaned back, his grip steadily tightening on Naruto's hips to the point that he was most certainly bruising him. But neither of them seemed to mind.

"M-Me too…" Naruto whimpered, sparing a hand to let it trail downward and grip his own sex. He hissed, the engorged flesh of his cock sensitive to the touch. His thumb trailed over the leaking head and he moaned into the mattress.

Minato watched him with keen eyes, a snarl escaping him as he leaned over him and gave him a hand of his own. Naruto gasped in surprise, mewling beneath him as he began to pump their hands together.

"It's coming." he practically weeped. Minato's thrusts grew more frantic against him. The stark sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room.

"Do it, Naruto." Minato breathed through clenched teeth, his stroking increasing with his desperate need to see Naruto come to fruition.

"Yes, yes, yes-!"

The band broke. He came with a violent shudder, spilling his seed onto the bed and slathering both his and Minato's hands.

"Fuck!" Minato cursed as he reached the edge and let himself fall over it without thought. Naruto's hole contracted around him so gratifyingly that released himself into his heat, his essence filling him to the brim until it came spilling from the sides.

"Gods…" he breathed into Naruto's sweaty back, his forehead resting against the curvature of his spine. With a wiggle of his hips he pulled his spent cock from Naruto's entrance with a wet sound.

Naruto fell to his side, narrowly avoiding the mess he made on the sheets as his sharp and rapid inhalations began to calm down.

His body was vibrating from the sheer intensity of the pleasure Minato had wrought upon him. His legs trembled just the slightest.

The man crawled over him in one swift movement, far too fluid than anything he could have pulled off, Naruto dully noted as he watched him through hooded lids, completely sated and borderline lethargic.

There was some rummaging around his apartment for a minute or so until Minato finally came back with a towel in hand. He ran it across his stomach and Naruto let him, fighting the urge to inch away from his ministrations when he worked his semi-flaccid prick.

The towel was tossed to the ground and a body eased itself against his side, the hard planes of muscles pressing against him warmly and so intimately that he gravitated to its presence.

Minato pressed a kiss to his forehead and ran a hand through his tangled spikes. Naruto, who had spent years by himself and yearning for any type of affection from anyone, snuggled closer to him, going against everything he'd been trying to prevent.

The panic would set in later. For now though…

He sighed contentedly and wrapped his arms around Minato.

Unbeta'd

A/N: There WILL be an EPILOGUE...I just don't know how I'm going to write it because none of this was actually thought through :D